Luck Be a Lady - Cathie Linz [4]
Logan stared at the people gathered at the front of the room. Two women, two men and a minister. The brunette in a black dress was the first to react. She marched up to him while the others momentarily stood in stunned silence.
“I don’t know who you are and I don’t care. You are notruining my cousin’s wedding. She’s been through enough shinola. Leave right now.”
Shinola? Logan frowned. Who said shinolaanymore? No one outside of his grandfather’s age group.
“Gramps, you can’t do this,” Logan called out.
“Who are you calling Gramps?” the groom growled.
“Him.” Caine pointed to Buddy. “My grandfather Buddy Doyle. I’m Logan. Logan Doyle.”
All eyes turned to Buddy, whose face was flushed. “You’re ruining my surprise.”
“What surprise?” Megan demanded. She was not having another wedding go down the drain. Her cousin deserved better.
“Ingrid has agreed to marry me,” Buddy said defiantly. “And we thought since we’re here in Las Vegas, we’d tie the knot.”
“Wait your turn,” Megan growled. “This is Faith’s wedding. Faith and Caine’s. No one else’s.” She turned to the bemused minister. “Finish what you started.”
“I now pronounce you man and wife,” he said hastily. “You may kiss the bride.”
Everyone applauded while Caine took his time kissing his new bride.
“You two ...” Megan grabbed Buddy’s arm with one hand and Logan’s with the other. “Come with me.”
She marched them both outside onto the nearby terrace with its soothing fountain. “Talk about stealing the limelight, Buddy. What were you thinking?” She didn’t give him a chance to answer before turning her wrath on Logan. “And you. What were you thinking barging in the middle of a wedding and trying to stop it? What have you got against your grandfather getting married?”
“Who are you?” Logan said.
“I’m the woman who is going to make your life miserable if you don’t answer me.”
Logan was impressed by her cleavage and her long legs but mostly by her moxie. She was tall but still a good five or six inches shorter than his six-foot-two frame, yet she stood toe-to-toe with him, refusing to back down despite his cop look, the one that got criminals to nervously back up.
“She’s Ingrid’s granddaughter, Megan,” Buddy said.
Logan frowned. “I thought the bride was the granddaughter.”
“Ingrid has two beautiful granddaughters,” Buddy said. “This is Megan. I’ve been trying to get you two to meet for months but you’re both stubborn people.”
“Hemay be stubborn,” Megan said. “I’vebeen busy.” She pinned her disapproving gaze on Logan. “You’re a cop so maybe you’re used to intimidating people and ordering them around. But you have no authority here.”
So the brunette with the great breasts had a thing against cops, Logan noted. Interesting. She was practically bristling with indignation, which automatically made him get calmer. Appearing detached no matter the circumstances, no matter what he was feeling inside, was a critical requirement of a police officer and one that Logan had long ago perfected. “I have the authority of making sure Buddy doesn’t make a big mistake.”
“Marrying my grandmother is a not a mistake. If anything, she’s too good for him. No disrespect, Buddy.” She paused to give him a hug.
“None taken. I totally agree.”
“Well, his family doesn’t,” Logan said.
“What possible reason could they have to disapprove?”
“The fact that he’s still married.”
“His first wife passed away. That’s what you said. Right, Buddy?”
He nodded.
“I’m not talking about his first wife,” Logan said. “I’m talking about his second wife.”
Megan blinked. “Second wife?”
“That doesn’t count,” Buddy said. “It was a quickie Vegas wedding and only lasted forty-eight hours before I annulled it.”
“See, here’s the thing,” Logan said. “She didn’t annul it.”
“She signed the papers.”
“No, she didn’t.”
Buddy tugged on his tie. “I thought she did.”
“You thought wrong.”
“Are you sure?”
Logan nodded.
“Well, shit.”
Megan stared at Buddy in stunned surprise. First off, why hadn’t he ever mentioned being